This review may contain spoilers. This film does a good job of pulling your attention just around the corner....just one more corner...just one more corner....just a little further....then BAM. Most of the time is spent in that edging squirm, feeling stuck into taking the next step, like glue on your shoes making the floor move your feet. There were some seriously grand and terrifying moments: the grotesquery around the christmas tree, the gleeful inhumanity around the dinner table. But ultimately I think there were too many confounding tangents (Mary's mom was here why?) to make this as cohesive as I would have liked. As I left, I thought, maybe that's what they wanted me to feel: unfinished, claustrophobic from all the space and searching. Getting lost in your own psyche is a recipe for getting eaten.
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